A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in
the closet.
She poured the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three times, even.
The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes.
Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the
back door and made her way 6 blocks to Rexall's Drug Store with the big Indian
Chief sign above the door.
She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention, but he was too
busy at this moment Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. Nothing.
She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster. No good.
Finally she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did it!
"And what do you want?" the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice. “I'm
talking to my brother from Chicago whom I haven't seen in ages," he said without
waiting for a reply to his question.
"Well, I want to talk to you about my brother," Tess answered back in the same
annoyed tone. "He's really, really sick... and I want to buy a miracle."
"I beg your pardon?" said the pharmacist
"His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his head and my Daddy
says only a miracle can save him now. So how much does a miracle cost?"
"We don't sell miracles here, little girl. I'm sorry but I can't help you," the
pharmacist said, softening a little.
"Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn't enough, I will get the rest. Just tell
me how much it costs."
The pharmacist's brother was a well dressed man. He stooped down and asked the
little girl, "What kind of a miracle does your brother need?"
"I don't know," Tess replied with her eyes welling up. “I just know he's really sick
and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my Daddy can't pay for it, so I want to
use my money."
"How much do you have?" asked the man from Chicago
"One dollar and eleven cents," Tess answered barely audible. "And it's all the money
I have, but I can get some more if I need to."
"Well, what a coincidence," smiled the man. "A dollar and eleven cents --- the exact
price of a miracle for little brothers." He took her money in one hand and with the
other hand he grasped her mitten and said "Take me to where you live. I want to see
your brother and meet your parents. Let's see if I have the miracle you need."
That well dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon, specializing in neuro-
surgery. The operation was completed free of charge and it wasn't long until Andrew
was home again and doing well.
Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this
place.
"That surgery”, her Mom whispered, “was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would
have cost?"
Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost... one dollar and eleven cents....
plus the faith of a little child.
A miracle is not the suspension of natural law, but the operation of a higher law.
The Price of a Miracle
~Unknown
the closet.
She poured the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three times, even.
The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes.
Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the
back door and made her way 6 blocks to Rexall's Drug Store with the big Indian
Chief sign above the door.
She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention, but he was too
busy at this moment Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. Nothing.
She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster. No good.
Finally she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did it!
"And what do you want?" the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice. “I'm
talking to my brother from Chicago whom I haven't seen in ages," he said without
waiting for a reply to his question.
"Well, I want to talk to you about my brother," Tess answered back in the same
annoyed tone. "He's really, really sick... and I want to buy a miracle."
"I beg your pardon?" said the pharmacist
"His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his head and my Daddy
says only a miracle can save him now. So how much does a miracle cost?"
"We don't sell miracles here, little girl. I'm sorry but I can't help you," the
pharmacist said, softening a little.
"Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn't enough, I will get the rest. Just tell
me how much it costs."
The pharmacist's brother was a well dressed man. He stooped down and asked the
little girl, "What kind of a miracle does your brother need?"
"I don't know," Tess replied with her eyes welling up. “I just know he's really sick
and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my Daddy can't pay for it, so I want to
use my money."
"How much do you have?" asked the man from Chicago
"One dollar and eleven cents," Tess answered barely audible. "And it's all the money
I have, but I can get some more if I need to."
"Well, what a coincidence," smiled the man. "A dollar and eleven cents --- the exact
price of a miracle for little brothers." He took her money in one hand and with the
other hand he grasped her mitten and said "Take me to where you live. I want to see
your brother and meet your parents. Let's see if I have the miracle you need."
That well dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon, specializing in neuro-
surgery. The operation was completed free of charge and it wasn't long until Andrew
was home again and doing well.
Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this
place.
"That surgery”, her Mom whispered, “was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would
have cost?"
Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost... one dollar and eleven cents....
plus the faith of a little child.
A miracle is not the suspension of natural law, but the operation of a higher law.
The Price of a Miracle
~Unknown
Music: Dreaming Grandpa
Know What It Is To Be a Child
Know you what it is to be a child?
It is to be something very different from the man of today.
It is to have a spirit yet streaming from the waters of baptism,
It is to belief in loveliness,
to believe in belief.
It is to be so little that the elves can reach to whisper in your ear.
It is to turn pumpkins in to couches,
and mice in to horses,
lowness in to loftiness and nothing in to everything.
For each child has his fairy godmother in his own soul.
It is to live in a nutshell and count yourself king of the intimate space;
it is to see a world in a grain of sand,
Heaven in a wild flower,
To hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
~Francis Thompson
Know you what it is to be a child?
It is to be something very different from the man of today.
It is to have a spirit yet streaming from the waters of baptism,
It is to belief in loveliness,
to believe in belief.
It is to be so little that the elves can reach to whisper in your ear.
It is to turn pumpkins in to couches,
and mice in to horses,
lowness in to loftiness and nothing in to everything.
For each child has his fairy godmother in his own soul.
It is to live in a nutshell and count yourself king of the intimate space;
it is to see a world in a grain of sand,
Heaven in a wild flower,
To hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
~Francis Thompson
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| "If your faith is the size of a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there,' and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you." |
I believe in Miracles, Dreams, Hope, Kindness, Faith, and Love
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| . . . sugar and spice, and all that's nice; and frogs and snails, and puppy-dogs' tails; that’s what little girls and boys are made of . . . thank God for children: they still believe in dreams and miracles. . . and still see the wonder of a fairy tale . . . and have their dreams . . . In our lives, we never know how many miracles we will need. Don't ever stop loving; don't ever stop believing; don't ever stop dreaming your dreams. Never laugh at anyone's dream. People who don't have dreams don't have much. |
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Article, haiku, humour and poem contributions are welcomed, and gratefully received
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